inferior possession

That is, when Lu returned home, there was no one in the house, and it was pitch black. Duan Congzhen didn't know where he went, and he was probably in the laboratory.

During this period of time, Duan Congzhen was unexpectedly gentle with him. Perhaps it was because the price negotiation between the Medical Insurance Bureau and Kelin Pharmaceutical Company was finalized a few days ago, and the research on the drug in hand was over, and Duan Congzhen felt a lot more relaxed.

"Brother Duan, what is this medicine for?" Ji Lu was holding a newspaper that published the news, with a bit of envy in his eyes, seeing that he was in a good mood, he asked a few more questions.

Duan Congzhen glanced at him, as if he heard a joke, "Cure the disease, what else can you do, can you eat it?"

Even the deer paused, his lips parted, it was a bit embarrassing to be disobeyed by him like this.

Seeing him like this, Duan Congzhen chuckled, "You know I'm researching neurological drugs, right?"

"Yeah." The deer nodded.

"Then what are you asking?" Duan Congzhen raised his hand to unbutton his collar, his tone tinged with impatience, "It's good to know that it's a cure, but if you talk too much, you won't understand."

"..."

He was a little annoyed listening to him, even though the deer didn't speak any more, and silently stepped forward to help him take off his coat and hang it up, but he smelled a faint fragrance the moment he shook off the coat.

It's not the smell of Duan Congzhen, nor the smell of the laboratory. It's a very strange smell of powder, but it doesn't look like it falls from a woman.

Slightly lowering his eyes, a bit of deep jealousy flashed in Jilu's eyes, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the man standing at the dining table drinking water, and asked in a very soft voice, "Brother Duan, are you busy in the laboratory today?"

Duan Congzhen didn't answer him, raised his head to finish drinking the water, poured another glass, his tone was casual, and his eyes didn't leave the glass in his hand, "What's the matter? What are you testing? I don't know that I still need to report to you about my itinerary."

"..." Ji Lu paused, shook his head, his voice was still docile, "Remember to eat on time."

With a sneer, Duan Congzhen glanced at him and unbuttoned his shirt cuff buttons, "I should have told you, I hate being controlled, right?"

Ji Lu looked at him indifferently, shook his head slowly, "It seems that there is no..."

"I definitely have." Duan Congzhen interrupted him, raising his voice to retort, "You remember it wrong yourself, don't be stubborn with me."

Ji Lu heard the accusation in his words, and shut his mouth tactfully.

"I hate being controlled, even if I'm a lover, understand?" Duan Congzhen said calmly.

Jilu nodded habitually, and suddenly realized that he said the word "lover", raised his head suddenly, and looked at him with some astonishment.

"What are you looking at?" Duan Congzhen smiled, as if playing a prank, "I didn't say it was you."

"...Okay." Even the deer's shoulders drooped slightly, and his eyes were also stained with disappointment.

"You can't control me either." Duan Congzhen looked down at him, with a half-smile, "Do you understand?"

"...Mmm." Ji Lu nodded feebly.

"Then please apologize to me." Duan Congzhen said, "If you apologize, I will forgive you."

Ji Lu was slightly stunned, his lips parted slightly, his throat felt dry for a while, and he felt a little inexplicable.

"Don't want to apologize?" Duan Congzhen frowned, looked at him hesitantly, his voice was a little cold, "You want to quarrel with me again, don't you?"

"No." Ji Lu hurriedly shook his head and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Brother Duan, I was wrong."

"En." Duan Congzhen finally calmed down, bowed his head in a good mood, and kissed him on the cheek, "I accept your apology."

"Thank you, Brother Duan." Ji Lu looked at him with wide eyes.

"Hey, don't do it again next time." Duan Congzhen patted his head and went into the bathroom.

Ji Lu stood in the porch, frowning in a daze, raised his hand to touch the place where he had just been kissed, and suddenly felt a little unreal.

Duan Congzhen seldom kisses him outside of the bed, but today he took the initiative to kiss himself, does it mean...he is not angry with himself anymore?

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After making something to eat casually, watching the message from Duan Congzhen saying that he couldn't come back to eat, Ji Lu lowered his eyes, wiped his hands, and sat on the sofa to read.

At eleven o'clock, looking at the still entrance, Lu pursed his lips, went into the bathroom to wash up, checked the door as usual, made sure it was not locked from the inside, and then wrapped himself in a blanket and went back to the bedroom.

The bed was very cold, even if the deer had to shrink himself up hard to retain a drop in the temperature, his body was always cold, like ice.

At night, the surroundings are as silent as death, not a single sound can be heard, that is, the deer is huddled in the bedding, brows are slightly frowned, he never sleeps peacefully, after coming out of Dongqingshan, the nightmare haunts him like an inescapable nightmare , seldom sleep peacefully.

He just wanted to miss Duan Congzhen, to hug him again, to give him a little warmth, so that he could be a little calmer in sleep.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, chilled by the cold night air.

There was a knock on the door, and the deer woke up suddenly, got up from the bed dripping with cold sweat, and ran to the door in a hurry with no shoes on.

"I'm sorry Brother Duan, I clearly remember that I don't have a lock—"

The moment the door was opened, the deer was stunned.

The door was unlocked and no one was outside.

Hugging the blanket, his knees were soft, and Lu Hua sat on the ground, his heart was beating fast, and the feeling of dying came over him wave after wave, forcing him to be out of breath.

He remembered that Duan Congzhen said that he didn't like his house being locked by others, and it was hard for him to get Duan Congzhen to forgive him, and he couldn't make other mistakes.

But he just couldn't remember clearly, his mind seemed to be getting worse and worse, he couldn't remember what Duan Congzhen said, and he had to double-check whether he locked the door or not.

Ji Lu covered his head, enduring the shattering pain, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, soaking his already thin clothes.

This is what Duan Congzhen saw when he opened the door.

The deer curled up next to the shoe cabinet, on the cold floor, clenched his fist against his forehead in extreme pain, and whimpered inexplicably from his throat.

Frowning slightly, Duan Congzhen glanced at him, knelt down and touched his arm, "Bambi?"

Even the deer trembled all over, eyes still closed, kept shrinking into the corner, breathing intermittently.

Duan Congzhen felt strange and lowered his head slightly, wanting to hear what he was chanting nonsense, but stopped for a moment when he heard clearly.

Ji Lu buried his face tightly, his voice was full of crying, and he repeated in despair, "It hurts... Please, I won't get an injection... Brother Duan, help me..."

The outstretched hand froze for a moment. Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows in surprise and stared at him suspiciously. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and called an ambulance.

However, Ji Lu seemed to wake up suddenly, and boldly grabbed his hand, his face full of horror, "I'm not going to the hospital! I'm not going to the hospital..."

Duan Congzhen ignored his resistance, and calmly explained the situation to the other side of the phone, "There is no trauma... Well, the mental state is not very good... Maybe some tranquilizers are needed... No violent tendencies... Come here quickly..."

Seeing the man's indifferent expression, the deer trembled with fear, his chest seemed to be filled with water, he couldn't breathe, his fingers clenched the thin blanket tightly, he couldn't speak a word, his breathing became softer and weaker.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Congzhen put the phone away, looked down at the man huddled on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, without saying a word, he leaned over to help him up, put his arms into his knees, and put him on the sofa superior.

Jilu didn't dare to struggle, his eyes were red and cracked, his lips were pale, and his face was pale blue due to lack of oxygen. He wanted to grab Duan Congzhen to find some support, but he was afraid of being pushed away, so he just reached out and pinched the man's cuff without even strength. Dare to use more.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly, "You'd better explain clearly."

Even the deer couldn't say a word, and could only pant in vain, as if the world was spinning before his eyes, more violent and fierce than any previous attack.

The sound of an ambulance came from outside, and the deer trembled suddenly, then began to whimper and cower again, "I'm not going to the hospital... Brother Duan, please, don't take me to the hospital..."

When the mind is chaotic, when Ji Lu thinks of the hospital, he will think of the mental hospital he once stayed in.

White coat, stethoscope, needle, unknown medicine, and a male doctor with a strange smile on his face, looking at him like a mouse on a laboratory table.

It was the nightmare of his life. Every time he got sick, it was like returning to a mental hospital, which made him feel that he couldn't escape no matter what.

Duan Congzhen naturally ignored his resistance, didn't speak, and looked down at him. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, which were as cold as ice.

After a long time, the man stretched out his hand to help him brush away the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, and said in a softer tone with rare compassion, "I'll go with you."